The disbelieving look his question is greeted with seems to require a slightly more personable approach, so Long switches the tablet over to Visual mode-- now his face appears, that of a dark-skinned man who looks to be Chinese at first glance.
He smiles back, politely, and then arches a brow, interested by something she's said it seems. "Raiden, you say? And yet, your skin is not red, and you bear no resemblance to a demon, nor are you carrying a drum with which to call up the thunder... I shall assume it is merely a coincidence."
His smile has shifted from simply polite to privately amused, corners of his eyes crinkling a bit. "...forgive me, I have a tendency to tangent in ways that interest only myself. As for your very legitimate question... I work in the city's library, but I am not employed by our captors, if that is what you mean. I hope someone has explained to you already that you are in a city?"
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He smiles back, politely, and then arches a brow, interested by something she's said it seems. "Raiden, you say? And yet, your skin is not red, and you bear no resemblance to a demon, nor are you carrying a drum with which to call up the thunder... I shall assume it is merely a coincidence."
His smile has shifted from simply polite to privately amused, corners of his eyes crinkling a bit. "...forgive me, I have a tendency to tangent in ways that interest only myself. As for your very legitimate question... I work in the city's library, but I am not employed by our captors, if that is what you mean. I hope someone has explained to you already that you are in a city?"